| | It's starting. It really is. Borrowed movies are getting returned, clothes are getting returned, laundry detergent is getting scrounged up to do our last loads so Mom doesn't have a whole suitcase of dirty laundry, minutes on mobiles are getting used...its starting. We're all starting to untangle our Manchester lives that for four months have been intertwined so intricately that its hard to remember who bought what and who borrowed what. Plans are being made for the week we get back, but plans with other friends, friends we only know through stories, packages, and myspace photos. Not each other. What are we going to eat first when we get to the airport? Where are we going to go? Who are we going to visit? When will we see each other again after jobs and internships start? It has been four months since we have made plans that don't include each other. Four amazing months where we ate dinner together every night, met every morning at 9:30 (or 9:40 during the 9:40 rule...) at Owens Park (OP) reception. Four months where the big question of the day is "Are you going out tonight?", four months where tensions ran high, and eased one hour later. Four months of traveling through Europe and trying to remember what we did to deserve this. To deserve each other. Its hard to imagine a life without them. Its hard to think about how I won't have people who change me in a way that only these people in the MAnchester program can do. Whos going to make me eat olives? Or shrimp? Whos going to make me run everyday so that I'm not the lazy one? Whos going to teach me not to judge others because they always surprise you? Whos going to make me do ANYTHING just by saying "you won't"?? And that is how my life will change. All of ours will. We have been almost secluded on this little island named Great Britain for four months with only each other to look out for us, and its weird to go back to our other support systems. The ones who saw us through our first week/month when we called home crying, the ones who don't know what its like to stand behind a bright orange haired woman in a crowd of thousands watching a box spew firworks in front of the Duomo. But the ones who knew us before and will have seen the changes within us. But those two worlds may never collide, and thats scary. What if they don't? I guess we'll try everything to integrate, but for now we just have to work on the untangling, because in 8 days we're going to be ripped out of this comfort we have come to know and love.
I'm afraid it's going to hurt more than we're all anticipating....
wow. deep.
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